Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1887-12-23

"sHOO! sHOO!"
red face and long alder stick, in the
end of which was pin, had suddenly
and silently rejoined Tad and Polly.
"You-you young villain!" wrath.
fully calculated Mr.. Forrest, as the
truth suddenly flashed across his mind,
and, with this exclamation, he made a
sudden dive in Joe's direction; but the
wary youth, evading his grasp, lodged
under his outstretched arm with a
hilarious war-whoop, and disappeared
among the trees.
MIR. Forrest was very angry, particu-
larly when he discovered that a smear
of pea-green paint extended from his
forehead downward across his nose to
his cheek, though he made a pretense
of laughing it off as joke.
"Just dip my handkerchief in the
pond-water, Tad, and wipe this paint
off my face, will you," he said, throw
ing it to Tad, who, taking it in silence,
scrubbed down Mr.. Forests face till it
was tolerably clear. But with the paint
was Il chalky substance from over Mr..
Forests right eyebrow, and, too late,
that gentleman clapped his hand to his
forehead, with u slight exclamation.
lads sharp eyes detected small blush
scar on Mr.. Forests temple, that had
been skillfully hidden by touch OF
French chalk.
"How are YOU, Jones'" thought Tad,
with little twingc of excitement,
which he carefully concealed, handing
back the handkerchief with apparent
unconsc:ousness of the sharp glance
given him by the city-bred gentleman,
who clappcd on his hat with considera-
bic haste.
Tad then rejoined Polly, who had
risen to her feet, and. after talking a
little with the amused Mr.. Mason, the
two made their way slowly homeward
by the shady wood-road that followed
he pond shore for quite distance.
"Why, where is Bounce?" cried
Polly, wondering what made Tad SO
unusually silent. Here. Bounce!
Bounccw Bounce had grown into
quite Il sturdy, good-natured pup, with
gruff voice, and propensity for
picking up and carrying off any stray
article that he found lying about.
Sometimes it was Polly's slipper, or
perhaps one of Mrs. Flagg's dish-towels;
but. curiously enough, he never tore or
destroyed any thing of the kind.
So, rs, in answer to Polly's call,
Bounce presently came rushing toward
them through the bushes. Polly was
not surprised at seeing something ii
his mouth.
Naughty Bounccw said Polly. witt
make-believe severity; "bring it her
this moment, SIR"
Bounce obeycd at once.
why, it's folded, newspaper
with Mr.. Forests name ON the edge,
she exclaimed, as she took it from be
tween Bouncc's white teeth. III
must have dropped it out of his poke
when he jumped up SO quick" addet
Polly. with merry laugh, in whicl
Tad, reused from his abstraction b,
the little incident, at once joined.
you'll see Mr.. Forrest before do
Tad," Polly continued, as she extended
the newspaper; II wish you'd give i
to him-sOmehow, don't like him on,
bit"
IAN right" replied Tad, taking tn
piper, "rll hand it to him when SCI
him; though I don't fancy him mucl
myself. But wonder where on cart
Joe isr' he added, suddenly noticing
The prolonged absence of his friend ant
crony.
Joseph is here, son of the pale-face!'
suddenly responded a cultural voic'
tiuln the roadside, "but his feet n,
longer tread the paths of peace, for the,
ire st upon the war-path, and before
'ro':a'r moon the scalp of the Forces
'i::riiain shall dangle in his wigwamr
With this terrible announcement, /,
igurc attired in blanket shawl, will
;isheveled hair hanging about his face
which was adorned with alternate
stripes Of crimson, blue and yellow
'urst forth from the bushes, uttering {,
iicndish and blood-curdling yell
He shook wildly aloft white linen UNI
brella with one hand, while in the othe
w:ls an article held in the manner of al
Indian spear, which Tad and Polly sim
nltaneously recognized as the younger
Miss Bakers patent folding easel. Aftel
flowing Mr.. Forests anger sufii
cicnt time to cool, Joe had wandered
back to the shore, where he was a
once chartered by Miss Baker to carry
her shawl and sketching utensils bacl
to her boarding-place, while Mr.. For
rest took the little party for row OF
the pond. The possession of such avail
able material was too great tcmpta
ton for Joe, who had at once utilized
them, with the effect I have just de
scribed.
"Ha! Har' cried the Indian brave
executing fantastic war-dance in thu
middle of the road, while Bounce
barked, and his two friends regarded
his paint-smeared face with astonish
ment, "does the daughter of the Lem
Lenape shrink back? Let her have nj
fcar-the flower of his tribe wars moi
upon helpless women, nor does he feal
even though the dread avenger be al
his heels!" Perhaps the red mans ut
terance would have been less boastfu
had he known that the avenger, in the
unexpected person of Deacon Whitney
was SO close at hand. The deacon, hav.
ing been hunting up a stray steer
along the pond shore, had suddenly
turned a bend in the wood-road in
time to recognize his erratic sons
voice.
For one brief moment Deacon Whit.
| ney gazed at Joe's grotesque grab il
silent horror. And then, with a stride
which brought him within reach, hi
seized the red mans ear with consider
able emphasis.
1.-The flower of the tribe will Just stol
this tomfoolery, an march along homo
with the avenger," remarked tn,
deacon, with grim pleasantly; and thu